[[ Stickman & Stickbabe ]]

we're just two simple stickpeople who :-
met,
clicked,
hitched,
till death do us part...


[[ All I want in 2007... ]]

Seeing loved ones happy
Mission trips
Have a cute baby
Learn bridal makeup
Speak Camb/Viet
Pay off our housing loan!


[[ Leaving? ]]

~C-Cup : cupcakes from heaven... (perfect 4 parties)
~My Bali Photo Blog
~Melonbabe (my female sibling)
~Angelia (a kid i tutored, who grew up!)
~WZB (a woman with an expensive rock)
~Get Blobbed... (splish splash plop blobbe)
~My Primary School Classmate
~My pescatarian recipe blog
~Simplicity - making a difference in Kenya
~A visually delightful blog of a stranger
~Another visual treat...
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Saturday, May 20, 2006
I've uncountable mossie bites on me! As I'm typing with one hand, the other hand scratches 3 active mossie bites on my heels and toes. You know how itchy it gets when it's on those bony areas.

But! I'm not wasting precious time here talking about mossie bites. There're two things on my mind. One good, the other bad.

I always choose to hear the good news first. So let's dig at it.

1) Elijah Kang is coming, Jan/Feb 2007 (before CNY period nyak nyak nyak!)
Elijah is a boy's name, and the original Elijah(though he probably got his name from somewhere too) was a great prophet in the Bible. Stickman and I are very pleased with the ancient grand-sounding name (must drag the middle syllable), and we will try our best not to let it be a misnomer. Eg. Impatient Patience. So unless another idea comes by, or our baby turns out to be a girl (Elisa? Boo, what a letdown), we'll stick to this name.

90% it's a guy! That day when a great missionary was praying over all the bible school students, I went to the front. In my heart, I've Cambodia in my mind - esp. girls of the sex trade over there. I've had this desire even before I'm Christian, in my secondary school years when I read an article on girls rescued from the sex trade there. I wanted to become a missionary even before I knew what a missionary was. Well, indeed, I bumped into a long-lost friend recently and I was SHOCKED that she became a youth pastor. In our Secondary School O'level cohort, she was 2nd and I was the 4th (same results with the 5th person too). And she rose and became an architect while I languished in a ..... (nevermind). Well anyway, she quitted her job and became a youth pastor, and that's where she offered me and Stickman to go on a mission trip at the end of this year.

At present, I don't feel sent. So if I go to Cambodia, it'll be really be just an eye-opener. I'm not ready for the country. Moreover, God willing, I'll be 8 mths preggy then and probably an inconvenience.

Oh, back to why I mentioned missions and 90% chance of a boy. See, the first thing you know you're preggy is when you start becoming a windbag. Well, Stickman has predicted the sex of my Sticknephews before they were born - and turned out 100% accurate. Of course, he only had two attempts. So that day, as we were rejoicing over a positive-looking test kit, he 'felt' it'll be a boy. And I've been praying for one. That's not the only thing. When that great missionary from Sweden prayed for me, I didn't feel a thing! That's right! I didn't feel a thing and was in a foul mood because of someone I mentioned in an earlier posting, and possibly because I was preggy too.

So I didn't feel a thing and went grumpily back to my seat at the back of the big rectangular room. And I complained to God. In the midst of complaining, just like the first time God spoke directly to me, so I'd know it was not me, I heard, "You've received more than you think you did. Not only you, your child too, will go to the missions field."

So that day, before I tried the test kit, I knew I was pregnant. And I think missionaries are mostly boys. Perhaps I'm biased - He said it in such a way that I've no way of guessing. He could have said, "He will go to the missions field." but He said, "..., your child too..." And it's not wrong. If it had be "He will go.." I'd not know who He was referring to. Now I know it means my child. Are you confused? I am not surprised.

At this point, if I've spooked you out by talking about God and hearing from Him, I'm truly sorry! It is a nation that stresses religious harmony, and I'm happy to comply. But in nations where people have no medical care to turn to and are desperate to be healed, to be assured, miracles (Unusual Ones) ARE happening every second. I want to witness them personally one day instead of just hearing or reading about it.

Oh there's still the piece of bad news before I end...

The bad news is, I think that girl whom I nearly ate up the other day is afraid of talking to me now. And I'm quite sorry about it. I shall have to find a place in my heart to start talking to her. Sigh. Stupid temper.

Post-dated:
There's another piece of even-worse news. Regarding the above posting, God evidently didn't mean this child for the mission field. So he will provide another, I hope.





stickbabe [ 8:51 PM ]